Sutra je subota

Sutra je subota
nekom sasvim obican dan
neko ce na vrelo bosne
a neko ce pospremati stan

Sutra je subota
kazu bice oblacno
sutra ces tiho znam
reci da, konacno

Budi bolja prema njemu
u kuhinji, u postelji
bas u svemu

Za mene ne pitaj
o meni ne pricaj
nikom, pa ni njemu

Sutra je subota
obuci onu prekrasnu bijelu
svi ce sem mene
biti u crnom, svecanom odijelu

Ne placi, o ne placi
nisi ti ni za sto kriva
takav je zivot tvoj
nikad go, vazda stativa

Ljubav je dar, ljubav je zar
ljubav je pozar

Tomorrow is Saturday
a very ordinary day
someone will spring for Bosnia
and someone to clean the apartment

Tomorrow is Saturday
say will be cloudy
tomorrow I'll quietly
say that, finally

Be better for him
in the kitchen, in bed
bass in all

For me, do not ask
Do not talk about me
nobody, not even him

Tomorrow is Saturday
training beyond the beautiful white
everyone except me will
be in the black, solemn suit

Do not cry, do not cry about
not you for nothing wrong
Such is the life of your
never go, always a tripod

Love is a gift, love is right
love is a fire